One day I'll be old
and nowhere near as bold
one day you'll be gritty
and nowhere near as pretty

I'll reminisce of my youth
full of ***** and words uncouth
and you'll be there, twenty and one
waiting to show me all that we've done

to sway me with your lips
and kiss me with your hips
to ****** me with your hair
and reduce me with your stare

to call me ugly, disgusting and dumb
and close your mouth, at the brush of my thumb
to get *******, every few hours
and let it all go, when the bed is ours

and you'll visit too, from time to time
whenever in need, of a flattering rhyme
to call me all day, for various reasons
all wet or sweat, depends on the season

I'll bye you too soon, but come after dusk
I'll speak without thinking, but do what I must
I'll avoid talking, when the subject's too steep
I'll write you a poem, when you are asleep

and I'll never know, if these words found a home
but they're sure to follow, wherever you roam
they're yours to keep, or throw in the trash
but they were mine to admit, like blood from a ****

if they grow up with you, they'll stay on your face
cheering you onward, til the end of your race
they'll shine in your eyes, for they never age
and applaud every smile, at the front of your stage

no matter who's first, to cross the last line
they'll freeze with fear, of leaving pieces behind
in the sky of the second, a star will be fading
and either will know, that the other is waiting.